Poems from dandiiandiiful
Encapsulate the music
When it's soft,
And swallow it like medicine.
Breathe the music
When it plays.
I think I know
What...
i do not have scars,
nor am I scarred
or marked by such
i am the scar
the tree's root
a tissue formed in
passed over scenes
the wound's...
Why fails love to be content unto itself?
To have loved is to have loved.
From what anxiety does the source
Of some sore heart's...
my head had a pain in it
so i struck it
with the heel of my palm;
self-loathing flopped out
out from my ear,
into my plate,
like a...